As Meng Chao spoke, he closed his eyes and buried his entire head in the mud of the swamp. Only his nostrils were exposed.
With the cooling effect of the mud, his brain was still working at high speed to maintain his intense thinking.
The destruction of the Big Horn Army was getting closer.
Regardless of whether they were attacking Hundred Blade City or ambushing the incoming reinforcements, the Big Horn Army had mobilized a large number of their main forces, including the Bone Camp.
It also exposed their true strength to the ferocious jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
It did not matter whether they could take down Hundred Blade City or wipe out the reinforcements.
They could not continue to tolerate the actions of the lions and tigers who were trying to shake the order of Turanze.
As the saying went, "If you want to destroy something, first make it mad."
The fiercer the Big Horn Army's crazed attacks were, it meant that the death knell for the entire army had already rung, and the scythe of the God of Death was getting closer to their throats.
Meng Chao had to find Leaf before the Big Horn Army suffered a crushing defeat.
He had to get crucial information about the Bone Camp and the Big Horn Army's core from Leaf.
Only then could he preserve the Great Horn Army's vitality as much as possible before the day of destruction arrived, turning it into the most crucial bargaining chip in the game against "Jackal" Canus.
Just as Meng Chao was carefully combing through the memory fragments of his previous life and trying to piece together Canus the Jackal …
Faint tremors came from the depths of the swamp.
Meng Chao opened his eyes in the darkness.
The reinforcements of the wolves had arrived.
They came so quickly!
Meng Chao quickly poked his head out of the swamp and heard three long and two short insect cries from the depths of the forest.
Those were the scouts sent by the officer of the Bone Camp. They had also sent the signal that the enemy had descended.
The depths of the forest instantly turned chaotic.
All the soldiers tried to make the ambush even more perfect.
They did not know that the brambles and weeds they used as camouflage were rustling.
If Meng Chao was the commander of the reinforcements, he would have been able to see them clearly from a distance of more than one hundred arms.
But the reinforcements of the wolves were still advancing.
Dark silhouettes gradually appeared in the dark forest.
This was the first time Meng Chao encountered an organized group of elite wolves.
Unlike the Wolf Tribe Warriors they had encountered in Hundred Blade City, the first impression that these Wolf Riders riding on Mount Wolves gave off was that they were silent.
The vanguard alone had more than a hundred cavalrymen. They moved swiftly through the forest filled with thorns, vines, withered trees, mud, and rocks.
But he didn't make a single sound.
Regardless of the warg's footsteps and panting.
It was still the sound of the Wolf Cavalry's armors clashing with their weapons.
The dense killing intent even alarmed the birds and beasts in the forest, causing them to emit the sounds of birds chirping and insects hissing.
There was nothing at all.
They were like a black tide formed by shadows, quickly seeping into the depths of the forest.
However, these wolf clan reinforcements did not seem to notice the ambush.
The vanguard at the very front rode on their wolves and flew over the heads of the two ambushing soldiers. They were still in a daze and didn't have any intention of warning their companions behind them.
Many ambushing soldiers were overjoyed.
He had the misconception that the elites of the Wolf Clan were nothing more than this.
They were buried in the mud and gripped their sabers, axes, and maces tightly. Veins as thick as earthworms popped up on the backs of their hands, and they looked like fuses that were about to explode.
But Meng Chao smelled a scheme.
The warning signs of danger were like bone-piercing steel needles stabbing into his brain from both sides of his temples.
'No, the elites of the Wolf Clan shouldn't be so slow, unless they —'
Meng Chao's pupils shrank to the size of two needles.
He noticed something.
These Wolf Riders were too similar.
It was not just the standard armor and weapons.
It was also the mud and blood on their armor.
In fact, the way they held the reins and the way they moved their wargs were exactly the same.
It was as if … they were replicas of the same person.
At that moment, a venomous snake that had been lying on a branch and pretending to be a withered vine suddenly woke up. It bared its white, venomous fangs and went to bite the Wolf Rider closest to it.
An incomparably strange scene played out.
The Wolf Rider ignored the venomous snake that was right next to him. He continued moving forward according to his predetermined path, and he did not even slow down.
The venomous snake should have bitten his neck and injected its venom into his blood vessels, but it missed.
However, he missed and passed through the Wolf Rider's body, falling to the ground.
It was as if …
The Wolf Rider did not exist at all. It was just an illusion created by sound and visual effects!
No, it was not just the Wolf Rider.
Instead, in the eyes of the Rat Men warriors, most of the Wolf Riders in the world were just copies of the same body, replicated in mottled light and shadow!
A few real Wolf Riders used this unbelievable secret technique to activate a large number of illusory and realistic sound and visual effects. They created the scene of more than one hundred Wolf Riders moving through the forest and attracted the attention of all the ambushing soldiers.
At that moment, an ignorant venomous snake destroyed the illusion of the Wolf Riders.
Most of the Wolf Riders became crooked and mottled. They became more indistinct and thin, like smoke after a fire burned out.
In the span of a breath, all the Wolf Riders within the ambushing soldiers' attack range disappeared.
Only two Wolf Riders were left at the edge of their attack range. They pulled on the reins at the perfect time and steadied the wolves beneath them.
Undisguised mockery shone from the depths of the true wolf riders' scarlet eyes.
It was as if they were asking the ambushing soldiers who had fallen into their own trap a fatal question.
"If the main force of the Wolf Tribe's reinforcements isn't in front of them, then where will the best ambush experts in Turanze come from?"
At that moment, a shrill wolf howl rang out from behind the ambushing soldiers.
The wolf howl was like invisible lightning. It instantly pierced the ambushing soldiers' eardrums, invaded their auditory nerves, and injected a large amount of fear into their brains.
In a daze, the primitive fear written on the genetic level of the ambushing soldiers, which originated from ancient carbon-based creatures facing their natural enemies, was completely activated.
The fear, which could not be controlled by their will, corroded their central nervous system like venom, making it difficult for them to breathe. Their minds went blank, and the scene in their vision began to tremble and blur.
This was a mind attack similar to the Fear Bomb.
There were plenty of Nightmarish Beasts in Monster Mountain Range, such as the Demonic Bloody Moon Wolf Meng Chao had encountered during the practical test of his national college examination. All of them had similar skills.
The illusion the Wolf Riders had cast just now to duplicate a large number of their own figures to create the illusion of more than one hundred cavaliers moving side by side was very similar to the inborn ability of the Illusion Wolves in Monster Mountain Range.
By the looks of it, the totem beasts living in Turanze were indeed closely related to the monsters living in Monster Mountain Range.
And the elite werewolves were actually able to control such ferocious monsters and modify them into biological weapons under their crotch!
"Look! The treetops!"
When they realized that they had long since been exposed, the ambushing soldiers instantly fell into chaos.
They swung their weapons madly and cut down the bushes and brambles around them, but the elite wolves never showed up in the darkness.
The fear of not being able to make a move caused them to lose their confidence.
Then, one of the ambushing soldiers raised his head by accident, and right before he was decapitated, he saw the God of Death's claws. They shone with a cold light.
No one expected that the elite wolves would descend from the sky.
The wargs under them were completely different from the wargs the White Bone Camp had seized in the past.
Compared to the normal wargs that ran amok on the battlefield, these wargs were much slimmer.
But where their limbs and torsos were connected, there was a thin and sturdy membrane of flesh.
It was usually folded and tucked under their armpits, but it did not stop them from running and pouncing.
As long as they climbed to a high place and spread the membrane of flesh, they could jump with all their might. It was as if they had spread out their wings of flesh, and they could glide dozens of arm's length.
They used the characteristics of the Winged Wargs.
The wolf reinforcements had long since noticed the ambushing soldiers, and just as they expected, they chose to beat them at their own game.
They sent out two or three wolf riders to create an illusion from the front to attract the attention of the ambushing soldiers. At the same time, the elites on their side circled behind the ambushing soldiers and climbed above them without them noticing. Then, they launched an ambush from above!
Wolves had always been one of the races in Turanze that were best at ambushing people.
A few days ago, the Howling Battle Group had suffered an incredibly humiliating defeat, and it made the other elite wolves become incredibly wary.
They wanted to ambush these vigilant elites of the wolf tribe.
It was as laughable as competing with centaur warriors in archery.
The ambushing soldiers paid the price for their recklessness.
The entire army was literally "annihilated".
Many of the ratfolk warriors did not even have a clear look at their enemies before their throats were slit by the sharp blades that fell from the sky.
Some even had their heads chopped off, leaving only their headless necks dancing in the mud as they fell soundlessly.
There were even some who raised their sabers and axes in a hurry to block the attacks.
But the wargs used the huge impact to knock their weapons away, and the wolf's claws stepped on their chests.
The Wolf Cavaliers displayed exquisite riding skills, as if they had become one with the wolf under them. With the help of the high-frequency trembling of their muscles, they sent a destructive force that was like a tsunami into the claws of the wolf, and then into the chests of the Rat Man Warriors without missing a single drop.
These ratfolk warriors had all experienced the fierce battle with the wolf tribe outside Hundred Blade City.
They had also heard the officers and priests vividly describe how the Ancient Dream Saintess had led the main force of the Big Horn Army and defeated the Howling Battle Group with an unstoppable momentum.
From the accounts of the officers and priests, it was as if the wolf tribe had become fearful and vulnerable after a few crushing defeats.
And under the protection of the Great Horned Rat God, they only needed to leap out of the swamp and let out a deafening roar to completely destroy the morale of the wolf tribe.
Until the depths of their chests felt an excruciating pain as if their hearts were about to burst.
These ratfolk warriors seemed to have woken up from a dream.
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